I died and I lived again.
On a hardwood dragon bed that can break a person's waist.
My mind felt like it was being stuffed into a high-speed drum washing machine. Countless memory fragments were churning wildly. Finally, with a "ding" sound, I pieced together a fact that was even more outrageous than the project I was working on before my sudden death.
I, Earth Gold Medal Game Planner Meng Qi, successfully sent myself away and traveled through time after seventy-two consecutive hours of liver failure.
He traveled to a galactic empire called "Etania" and became the seventeenth son of the emperor.
Sounds cool?
You start out as a royal, and from then on you live in fine clothes and live happily, just waiting to die?
Stop dreaming.
The painting style of this empire is so crooked that it can directly break Cthulhu's tentacles.
Here, the standard for measuring the strength of a country is how many high-quality "fan dramas" it can produce every year; what determines the combat effectiveness of the army is how enthusiastic the soldiers are about the "role cards" bound to them, which is the so-called "cooking power value."
The most outrageous thing is the succession to the throne.
